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This week’s word prompt is “sound”. We’re back with Rhett and Morgan in “Thistle Tattoo”.
**Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.**
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Rhett chuckled as he took another drink of ginger ale. The sound of his laugh made Morgan’s heart swell. At the moment he seemed relaxed. After the night she experienced the night before in his bed, seeing him enjoy himself meant the world to her. Maybe later they would get a good night's sleep as well.
The waitress brought their baskets to them with a wink for each of them. Marv migrated to the other side of the bar from them. He flashed a small smile to Morgan. He was out of his mind to think Rhett wanted her, even though she wanted him so bad it hurt. They had been friends for so long. That was all they were. Nothing more.
She glanced back to Rhett to find him tearing into his burger like it was his last meal on earth. He swiped the back of his hand across his mouth.
“Dang, this is the best burger I have ever had,” Rhett confessed.
“I’m glad you like it,” Morgan replied.
He stared at her as he clutched the sandwich in his hands. “Hey, I know I turned Meathead down. But do you want to shoot a game of pool? Maybe you can help me shake the rust off.”
Morgan nodded then slipped off her stool. “Sure. Let me call a table for us.”
“That would be great.”
Morgan gave him a grin before she headed to the other side of the building. Patrons stopped to talk to her as she went. She looked up at Rhett to find him watching her as he munched on a pickle. Was that possessiveness in his gaze? A knot twisted in her core. She sure wished he’d felt that way.
She slapped a dollar bill on the gaming table to hold their place then returned to him.
“Better eat up fast, mister. We’re next,” she informed him.
They finished their baskets in record time then picked up their glasses. They wove their way through the crowded bar, squeezing against each other if the opening was too narrow. Rhett’s free hand brushed hers one too many times. It felt like she had been shocked by an electric wire. The current reverberated through her nerves, leaving her light headed.
Morgan inspected the cues as Rhett racked the balls. He pulled the plastic triangle free then gestured to it. “Ladies first.”
Morgan grinned at him as she picked a stick and sashayed to the table. “Such a gentleman.”